[Thank God. Thank you Stan. It's such a shame that people like this exist, if not this world would've been a better place..]
Sighing, he pocketed the phone.
From inside the room, he could hear Zoey crying, the specific, releasing kind of crying that only happens when the danger is genuinely over and the body finally believes it.
He could hear Zack's voice, low and steady, saying the same few words over and over. He doesn't know what else to say but understands that saying something is what matters.
Stan stayed in the corridor.
Some moments weren't his to be inside. This was one of them.
Stan didn't leave. He waited for the police.
He found a chair in the corridor outside the room where the police were conducting their initial assessment, leaned back against the wall, and waited.
